Saturday, April 24, 2010

It's A Good Thing He's So Cute (Grandma's Brag Book)

Hubby and I just returned home from watching the new grandbaby while his mama returned to work. We thought it might help ease her back into the working world without having that whole hassle with the babysitter for her first few days.

I'll admit that I couldn't have done it alone. If hubby hadn't come along with me I'd have been a crying mess by the time Gavin's parents returned home in the evening. Back in the day, I used to be able to hold a crying baby in one hand, cook dinner with the other hand, and all while folding laundry with my feet. But it's been too many years since I've had a tiny one around and I was sorely out of practice. It turns out that our precious little Gavin is a fusser, just like his daddy was, and if he wasn't sleeping or eating, he was fussing (I chose that word in the event that his parents read this blog post and don't want to hear that Gavin is a screamer, again, just like his daddy.) We chose to deal with the fussing in the only way we knew how; we fed him. Constantly. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that his weight doubled in this past week, but not worrying about a schedule is one of the perks of being a grandparent I think, so if we got him all out of whack while we were there, it's only because we're old and we're used to peace and quiet.

We had one mission to accomplish while Gavin was in our care and that was to take him to meet his great grandmother (my mother.) So on Thursday we had our son install the bullet proof, straightjacket car seat in our car and headed north 75 miles to the nursing home where she resides. Armed with a diaper bag the size of a suitcase, we felt fully prepared for any possible baby emergency. Three outfits, a dozen diapers, 4 bottles, two pacifiers, a box of pacifiers wipes (did you even know that they make those?) diaper wipes, changing pad, blankets, a burp towel and the kitchen sink. I rode in the back seat with him in his rear-facing car seat and all was right with the world for that day.

He behaved like a perfect gentleman while visiting his great grandmother.

17 comments:

1. Pacifier wipes are for panzies. I remember my parents splashing our pacifiers in a mug of cold beer to "get the dirt off." I've also witnessed the pacifier put into a parent's mouth to get the dirt off, and the always convenient wipe on a pants leg works everytime. Might have even seen a pacifier cleaned in lake Erie a time or two.

Aww, I know you enjoyed every minute of it :) After returning from my daughter and her 3-week old baby girl, I can definitely say that we have kids when we're young for a reason. LOL I just love being a gramma - it's the best thing in the world!

Hi Mags,I am of the belief that nature makes babies really, really cute so we'll want to keep them in the first place! :) And isn't it so true, that being the mom of a baby is a young woman's game. I'll bet you slept really well the night after your day with the little dude. Beautiful pictures, even the scary "got milk" one!--Jane

Oh Mags you are too funny, but man you must be exhausted! Love the pics - he's a doll for sure (and even more so because I can't hear the "fussing"). LOL Really, really like the pic of Gavin with the Grands and Great Gran!

You'll get better as a Gammie with time! My first time with our #1 was crazy also...I had her for an entire 7 hours and she spent part of the day in her new style highchair ( of which she was tooo small for, so we stuffed her in with blankets) and I did not know how to release the tray... How do you call the daughter-in-law and say "babies stuck in chair"...now after #10 came along I am like a new Mom again...It's the parents that parent differently than you did....

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